América Emilia Varela llegó a casa de su madre en Alturas de Belén con tres hijos y el corazón destrozado. Read More
The rough patches kept coming at us and waited so long to be with each other that we never thought our relationship would happen. I should’ve trusted that God had a plan for us the whole time. It seemed that he also thought that Hayden was “the one.”
Her smile could beat the sun and her kisses could eradicate world hunger.
Oh, and let’s not forget her heart. It is just so beautiful and kind. It has to be, to have put up with me for all this time and still love me the way she does. To love me and hold me, and understand that I’m just a human being–or just the greatest idiot and coward that ever lived. Read More
I smile as I remember, reflected on those shells, immense moments of joy and warmth. I can hear the laughter, I can feel the salty air on my face sitting on a porch swing and on a hammock at midnight. Read More
I have the words tattooed on my right rib-cage to remind myself to let go.
I’ve realized that sometimes in life, when it is time to make important decisions, it can be helpful to be a pyromaniac and take the risk at being happy. I’ve realized that doing nothing only leaves you with nothing–and that’s just not the life I want to live–I don’t want a life full of nothing.
When we meet someone for the first time we are seduced by all the wonderful things this person has to bring on to our lives. We are infatuated and addicted to everything they have to provide. Soon after though, we start discovering their flaws, we fight, and we find that it’s not all “la vie on rose” like Edith Piaf promised. Read More
Some stories need to be told at some point or another. This week, for the first time, I told mine publicly–twice. Once it was for a reporter for the USA Today who is writing an article about Donald Trump’s policy reversal regarding relations with Cuba. The second was to all of my followers, friends, lovers,… Read More